Hotandmean.24.04.04.kira.noir.and.miss.b.nasty....

That night, the problem had a name: .

“You’re a bitch, Noir.”

“Takes one to catch one,” Kira replied, palming the hard drive that had just been slid across the table under a napkin. “Pleasure doing business.” HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....

For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring. That night, the problem had a name:

B. Nasty was the queen of the underground auction houses, all razor cheekbones and a laugh like broken glass. She’d stolen a hard drive containing Kira’s last client—a washed-up producer who’d bet the wrong money on the wrong horse. Noir.” “Takes one to catch one

“I’m not here to trade barbs, B.,” Kira said, sliding into the opposite seat. “I’m here for the drive.”